Tuesday, 30 August 2011

On The Road Again: Nottingham Forest 1 - 4 West Ham; 28 August.

For a final summer break, The Controller and I have been to our house in Norfolk This required and early morning start on Sunday so that I could be assured of being in front of the TV screen by 1 pm.  For someone so apparently jaundiced about West Ham, it's nigh impossible for me to miss the opportunity to see a game unless there are overwhelming forces ranged against the possibility by The Controller (such as friends for lunch).

I was duly indulged and allowed my fix as The Controller sought solace in the Collectables Fayre in Blakeney (for which read over-priced old tut  that was displayed at the all of the last twenty-five Collectable Fayres) and while she returned empty-handed from said Fayre, West Ham collected three points from the very old tut that was Nottingham Forest.  

The scoreline makes it seem a very comprehensive victory.  Actually, the scoreline makes it a very comprehensive victory (like Hamlet, the league tables 'know not seems').  But we would do well not to count promotion achieved just yet.  It was more than somewhat worrying that, without Super Scott, Nottingham Forest seemed to be able to get at our back four through midfield rather too easily, even if Rob Green was the equal to whatever was thrown at him - especially the more-than-a-year-old tedious abuse for  the mistake against USA! USA! USA! at the World Cup.  But as, apparently Super Scott has his heart set on a move to the Spuds (no, really) we may have seen the last of him.  And just at a time when BFS can't spend any more money, so unless his old Codgers friendship with Sir Alex conjures up some loanees, what we see is what we've got.  And Julian doesn't inspire great confidence, even with his French international cap and loan spell at Real Madrid where he is mostly famous for falling asleep while warming the bench.

Anyhoo, BFS told me in his personal email to me that it was an outstanding result which will do wonders for our confidence and we can all forget about Aldershot, Leeds and Cardiff.  

He signs his email to me (and everybody else, I assume) "Big Sam".

What's that about?  Did Mrs and Mrs Allardyce senior really register him as Big?  Or is this just an adjective he's arrogated to himself?  And to what does the adjective refer?  His achievements in football - surely not, 'cos I can think of many much more substantial, like people who've won things.  The number of 'bung' allegations made against him by Panorama?  But he surelt can't compete with the likes of 'Appy 'Arry for dodgy signings possibly guided by the agents' willingness to contribute to the pension pot.  His size, perhaps - but then he's left out the second adjective "Fat" which is universally applied to him.  Perhaps it's just his own opinion of himself.  He has, after all, claimed he is more suited to manage Real Madrid or Inter and should have been appointed England Manager both when Capello and, before him, McLaren got the job.  Now there's McLaren and Allardyce managing two Championship teams, but at least Allardyce won this competition.


Get us promoted and he can Big himself up as much as he likes - I'll even join in.

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